There’s something really cool about instant images you can touch instead of just see on a screen.

Especially when they’re a little imperfect , beautiful little things.

An instant art exhibition!

Out in the sun, to dry. (This is old-school peel-apart Polaroid film.)

He has been doing this for a while now, everywhere, not just volcanic beaches and museums of ancient things.) Using expired film and cameras that I can only imagine were once called ‘portable’ because portable used to mean ‘can be lifted, even if heavy and inconvenient.’

So I got jealous. And got an old Polaroid SX-70 and some Impossible film. (Which, you have to develop in the dark still, and it’s not exactly the same, but like I told him, I am investing in the future…of the past. The Polaroid is dead, long live the Polaroid!)

We went to eat at this little restaurant by the beach. The rain started falling as soon as we sat down and continued all the way through lunch. But when we walked out to leave, the rain stopped and the sun peeked through the clouds. Making everything impossibly bright and contrasty.

It was a tiny little camera. It took tiny pictures. That you could stick on things, if you got the sticky film. (The pictures were as small as post stamps.)

For a whole year I looked for the version of it that was also digital.* Never found it. I shot a few films with it. They were kind of expensive.

By the time I could afford more film, they stopped making it. It stayed in the closet, as new. The other day I turned it on and it even made the sound that its flash was warming up.(I had forgotten to take out the batteries.)